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« We're back... | Main | We've been heard » 6/25/07Walking down a narrow, winding stairwell, barefoot. It's covered with dead squirrels. He tore most of them to bits. The rest were strung up and hung from the ceiling and walls. Tiptoe, careful to only step in the voids. By min | June 26, 2007, 9:03 AM | My Dreams Comments |